Yo, yo, yoYou know my mission ain't complete'till I hit the city with a 600 jeepHardest nigga from all out you wanna meetHash in the dash with heat under the seatChased kate 52 states straightBut still ain't nothin' sweetI took a year off to let the young nigga's eatEverybody wit' me want bucksWalk around platinum linked upWith money like brink trucksShit get too hot? puff, put the minks upCome back in the summertime like fuck it, it's summertimeAll out tattoo's over wife beatersGet mail branson, never buy reeferBentley five seater, it's all for realFirst rapper to close down a mall with a mil'The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flauntPlus the money so I'm on nigga oneTalk to me

1 - [total]If you don't fuck with meLike I don't fuck with youIt ain't much for us to talk about

Cuz you don't fuck with me (yo, yo, yo, yo)And you know I don't fuck with youSo all I can say (uh uh)Is stay out my way

[mase]Don't take much to wake up, taped upFuck the district, I live in jacobHit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made upSee me without puff, try to get your weight up, uhAin't nuttin' between you and meAnd on the real, nuttin' you could do wit meI got cats that'll find you and leave youPull that hoodie over your headAnd put five in your ceasarDoubt me now and die a believerRun and catch bullets like a wide receiverWhen the war's on, put your gloves and your gore's onTeflon hard hat nigga, put it all onBeef no more that's what other nigga's forI got a fam' that love to go to warLove to get locked up, love pickin' the odds upLove not comin' home, love to be boxed upI'm from a town where kids could pop upLittle punks in garbage bags, body all chopped upI'll come around your block knowin' you got popped upArms are rocked up, bentley wit' the top upUh, you don't stop, come on

[mase]Yo, one, two, three, fourEverybody on the floorYou see grams, i'mma see cratersBy the time you see land i'mma see acresDrop another cd just to see paperAnd before you see me you'll see the makerAll I see is more chances, more advancesMore houses, no spouses, more beachesWild thugs around me and no leechin'When they gun's out played, there'll be no reachin'Ballin' in dirty south wit' no creasesAnd all I see is more f-in' iced out jesus piecesThe rock over sean john fleecesYou never love the money like we love itPay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it